The roots go deep below ground I like to walk with you in the evening Up the hill and back down I watch the mailboat from the clearing
My mind is so confused, I climb back on top of you And I'm changing the ribbons in this old underwood Step put of your dress and I'll wear you like a hood For a hood is a home for someone who lives alone
I draw a line from A to B and what happens in between It is an open mystery as far as I can see
My mind is so confused, I climb back on top of you And I'm changing the ribbons in this old underwood Step put of your dress and I'll wear you like a hood For a hood is a home
They're biting at your heels Country lanes lead to fields Who was that fox caught in that trap Laid with hunters map When the could rolls back back back I'll meet you by the mill
Depressions in your neck He's just keeping you on track Who was that fox caught in that trap Laid with hunters map When the cloud rolls back Back Back I'll meet you by the mill
You shake hands with lightning For an apple on a string You shake hands with lightning For an apple on a string
Hey Rabbit you've had it Your fingers are in the coin disposal Hey worm you're tunnelling out You would not listen to their proposal The springs in the mattress will never reveal How I entered In a hospital ward across a billboard
The girl who collects shells has gone back to the shore Hearing voices in car parks, pull a diamond from your sleeve
Hey badger you're punches out your mouth is around an aerosol can Well they want you to sink, but you stood up an swam Ideas are like sparrows they dart down the hall, the chimney and out of the spout down a worm hole and back up my mouth
The girl who collects shells has gone back to the shore Hearing voices in car parks Pull a diamond from your sleeve
No one these days says thank you When you open doors for them anymore Well I made you rich and you made me poor
Down here underneath the microscope, it's hard to cope. don't hide your face in your hands, 'cause if your eyes play tricks, it's outta my control.
it's gonna be a long cold winter. the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child
if you don't love me, well, don't shove me out into the dark without a flashlight or a spark. any stitches cling like bitches to my arms for all my charms.
it's gonna be a crooked little winter the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child
she's walking home to the devil's flowers. the broken bones of heavy hours. we stayed out late, it's a lighthouse trait. and we'll take our time
I apologise, seem to have arrived, On what items in my bag from your house. There's cutlery, a tablecloth, some Hennessy, And a book on Presidents deceased. I'll have them fed-exed to you, It was a strange thing to do, I hope we can still be friends. Ah, it was not me, but someone else, you see, Twisting the steering reins.
Put a penny in the slot and make an artificial li-ii-iight shine, Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.
I don't give advise, But be wise and think twice, Before getting involved in a game. Where the minority Face the majority, Who are faceless and born without names. Was it knock synch when we came across three men, They had church candles wrapped in newspaper. I bought two from them, And I'll lit one for you, I hope the message made it's way down the wire.
Put a penny in the slot and make an artificial li-ii-iight shine, Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.
The soul of a dog, he's alive and not gone To the farm like the others said. A Rhodesian richback, Off the beaten track, In a furniture shop down on the quays. For the lonliness you foster, I suggest Paul Oster, A book called Timbuktu.
Put a penny in the slot and watch the Drunken sailor boy dance. She will not let you be Her lov-ver. She goes out looking for The taxi. Her phone is ringing straight to Message-minder. Send out a battalion to Find her.
Put a penny in the slot and count the Swans through a te-elescope. I can't help from cryin' I wish you were mine.
When I was seventeen, I followed my dream, Up into a high-rise block. The adventures of Augie March, By Saul Bel-low, Was all I had for company. At night time I'd lie In Beckingham pike, With tears like flashbulbs. And recall my treasure- Searching days, In the rock pools as a kid.
To the remains of The cherub plains, Or around the bonfire in Nailors’
I still see you as a baby, I do Climbing onto the stage in front of the school High strung The cat got your tongue The spotlight came out You'd been strung I followed the trail when I heard that they found you in the cowshed I still see the insect filled jars in rows The calculations and the diagrams, constellations High strung The cat got your tongue The spotlight came out You'd been hung I followed the trail when I heard that they found You in the cowshed
We came down by the factory Industrial yarns where my father did work When I was a boy I went to far I lost the tread in the darkest of space If I become antique you'll collect me If I become cheap then you will respect me My jumper is soaked in pig's blood I'm coming out looking for you If you pull a hatchet I'll pull something to match it How about your wife, I'll give her a good life My vehicle is in your drive Hey I'm not that low The wolves came on the radio Transmitted through a portal in the snowy Atlas Mountains
There's nobody out there, it's just the noise of the wind There's nobody out there and nobody is getting in I hope that happiness finds it's way to your little house
While you were sleeping I, I played a ghost in a sheet When our frames collide there's nothing left to be
There's nobody out there, the rain is just starting to fall You get some reset now you'll worry yourself thin I hope that happiness finds it's way to your little house
While you were sleeping I, I played a ghost in a sheet When our frames collide there's nothing left to be The skeletal wings of birds I'll take the stairs The ghosts of tiny animals with the tiniest of feet The forecast is going down a storm
I feel your sorrow chasing tomorrow There is no distance in your absence If you call the monsters they will appear Like I disappear Blackout There is resistance behind enemy lines There goes the hatred bursting through the fabric If you call the monsters they will appear Like I disappear Blackout You are here You are here You are here
The grass is screaming long midnight cars roll past i've been chasing your room while the summer lasts so count it on your fingers if we got it wrong it's because the days have no numbers if we leave tonight then we leave it all behind
drinking alphabetically because the beauty's gone all sore honey dripping pale of skin while there's bodies underneath the floor so count it on your fingers if we got it wrong it's cause the days have no numbers if we leave tonight then we leave it all behind
Wait your turn You always go for the jugular Like a juggernaut Spinning off the asphalt We wait around pacing round this table You arrive on time to help us lift the trophy
Bunker or basement the bills pile up The street level it's a mining disaster The options are blocked
Wait there girl you leave this place like a smuggler Across the borders and the trenches we dug We wait around in the resident's lounge You arrive on time for the family photograph
Bunker or basement the bills pile up The sea view never was an option Below sea level It's a mining disaster The options are blocked
